The First Sword of the Earth

For monks, day and night actually have no direct meaning, after all, they can use spiritual sense and immortal sense to perceive the surrounding environment.

But when they are used to seeing with their eyes, the monks still have a strong dependence on vision.

When the night of Feng Moxing came, there were magical instruments that could illuminate everywhere in the market, illuminating the whole place very brightly.

These lights naturally follow the human figure, and it is inevitable that there will be shadows and shadows.

Laifeng Pavilion, a relatively ‘elegant’ place, is also a favorite place of recreation for many monks, and it is not just a casual cultivator, some monks from the immortal gate will occasionally come to this place to ‘seeking pleasure’.

Many monks pay attention to beauty, but there are also many monks who emphasize freedom and informality. They have different understandings of monasticism and their precepts are also different.

At night, Laifeng Pavilion is obviously more lively, with bright lights everywhere, visitors coming and going, and fairy music circulates endlessly.

Wang Sheng gently shook the folding fan, and calmly entered the Laifeng Pavilion again.

At this time, his face changed a bit, and his aura was adjusted; because he was in Fengli Gate, Wang Sheng did not use the mental method Lan Huilin taught him, but the'secret method' taught by Heavenly Court, and the effect was also good. of.

At this time, in the eyes of outsiders, he was just a ‘pink’ fairy, and his cultivation base was in the middle stage of Flying Fairyland.

In the land of the monks, you can’t have someone shouting, "Guest, look at the face, come and greet a few girls."

Wang Sheng followed two monks dressed up as middle-aged scribes into the gate of Fengge, and immediately two sisters in plain dresses stepped forward and greeted the two'acquaintances', and another girl dressed in the same manner Earlier, he gave a salute to Wang Shengying.

"This immortal, this is the first time you have come to Fengge for us?"

"The second time," Wang Sheng replied calmly, but did not leave any flaws.

This delicate-faced female cultivator made a gesture of invitation, and asked Wang Sheng softly whether he needed a room, and said euphemistically that the room needs ten celestial stones to enter.

The celestial stone she said refers to a medium-quality celestial stone that is one inch wide, high, and three inches long; because this kind of celestial stone produces the most and is widely circulated, it is also regarded as hard currency.

There is actually no fixed ratio between the exchange of various quality celestial stones.

Wang Daochang calmly took a piece of celestial stone covered with a little fairy mist, wrapped it with celestial force and pushed it in front of the female nun; the female cultivator shone in front of her eyes and held the celestial stone in her hands, and her attitude towards Wang Sheng was immediately more submissive.

This is a high-quality non-attribute immortal stone with a high degree of purity, and its value far exceeds the "ten immortal stones" in her mouth.

Generally speaking, this kind of immortal stone is a bit wasteful for daily practice. It is mainly used for arranging formations and alchemy tools, not for judging the value of total vitality reserves.

The nun led Wang Sheng onto a wooden boat, and the wooden boat slowly fell, leading Wang Sheng through several formations.

The sound of fairy music came oncoming with human voices. Wang Sheng lowered his head and saw a spacious hall, where fairy mists, carved beams and pillars, and cloth curtains and powder tents hung.

There are many sparsely distributed tables and chairs in this hall, and many people are drinking and having fun among them; glamorous female nuns in cool clothes run around, or perform dances, or embrace, or have fun with the monks. Talking in a secluded place, or doing unsightly things in a place where the formation is isolated.

Wang Sheng was going to the "Yajian", which is a high-consumption place. The wooden boat did not directly fall into the hall, but hovered halfway.

The female cultivator led Wang Sheng down to a corridor that was suspended in the ‘mid-air’. The ground was filled with white mist, but the stone walls were directly excavated on the left and right. They did not add much decoration, but gave people a full ‘fairy taste’.

Turning left and right, Wang Sheng was led to a chic elegant room and sat on a stone chair to rest.

The female cultivator was Wang Sheng pouring tea and whispered: "Xianzhang, how many people do you need to toast for you, and how many people do you need to offer music?"

Wang Sheng placed four high-grade immortal stones on the stone table casually, and said calmly, "Come on."

"Xianchang, you really are..."

The female cultivator chuckled softly, "There are fairies in our pavilion.

This ring is fat and thin, and the willow waist is red. You always have to give me a general charter, so I can recommend it for you. "

"Then find a few more elegant," Wang Sheng said, "Don't be too enchanting."

"Yes," the female cultivator leaned in and bowed, then put away the fairy stone, floating away.

Wang Sheng stood up, his eyes scanned everywhere, the jade card in his sleeve was wrapped by Xianli, and he didn't move rashly.

Soon, Wang Sheng paced out of the room, shook his folding fan and watched everywhere; occasionally he encountered a few female monks, most of them bowed their heads, and some would look up.

At some point, the jade tag on Wang Sheng's cuff fell in an inconspicuous corner.

He didn't lower his head to pick it up. Instead, he followed a piece of music to a place outside the courtyard. He saw a few immortals drinking and having fun here, then quietly left and returned to his'room'.

That's it!

Did not deliberately do too much, in fact, there is no need to do too much.

That jade card will not be discovered right now, the immortal power that envelops the jade card will not dissipate until half a month later...

After waiting for a while, the nun who received him came with four nuns.

Although the four female cultivators were all beautiful and charming, Wang Sheng did nothing out of the ordinary. He just asked them to play the piano and dance, and let one of them pour wine for themselves, and drank slowly there.

This is also a rare pastime.

When he was slightly drunk, he sighed slightly, got up and walked to the door, waved his hand at the four female sisters, and left the place...

They seemed to have seen many "frustrated" people like Wang Sheng. They didn't make a fuss. After bowing to Wang Sheng, they informed the local steward with a sound transmission.

The sister who had received Wang Sheng reappeared, leading Wang Sheng to the wooden boat and back on the same route.

When she waited outside the door of Laifeng Pavilion, the female sister suddenly asked in a soft voice, "Xianzhang, can you have a place to live here? If you just pass by here, if you just rest in the pavilion, I will arrange a secluded place for you. ."

"Thank you," Wang Sheng arched his hands, opened the folding fan, and said from the bottom of his heart that Fengge really knows how to do business. He arched his hands to the female repairman who had received him and turned away.

Most of the female cultivators who served inside were only from the Nascent Soul Realm to the Cross Tribulation Realm;

But these female cultivators who receive guests and wear plain long skirts are all in the flying fairyland.

No, these might be disciples of Fengli School.

That night, Wang Sheng left this small town, went to another town of similar size not far away, rented a small courtyard, and went to practice.

After waiting for half a month, the rumors of "the young master of Tianfengmen coming to Fengliu for a night in Fengliu" continued to ferment in the mouth of Sanxiu.

When Wang Sheng heard the monks discussing, it was basically like this:

‘The young master of Tianfengmen, Li Tianyao, made a reservation to Fengge. He also said that the next time he called for his name, he would be accompanied by the cold fairy of Fenglimen. ’

‘This day, the young master of Fengmen fell in love with a fairy in Laifeng Pavilion. ’

‘Either Fengli Clan has the means, but the frontal strength is not enough, so I will give full play to my sect’s expertise and use a charming fairy to trap the young master of Tianfeng’s heart. Tsk...’

These are still audible, and some unbearable words are automatically filtered by Wang Sheng.

In another three days, instead of the same gust of wind, the rumors spread more widely, with more versions.

Wang Sheng, the instigator, did not act again, and the jade medal he had prepared was crushed by him, leaving no evidence.

If it's too late, it will stop when you click it.

His fire was sharp and unexpected. It was also inspired by the phenomenon of "national events were not hot and celebrity scandals dominated the list for days" when he was on earth.

No one would have thought that someone would write an article about this kind of thing; but, the young master of Tianfengmen is the face of their Tianfengmen, their status is noble, and they are also related to the North River Sword Sect.

The scolding war between Tianfengmen and Fenglimen escalated rapidly, and Tianfengmen scolded Fenglimen for shamelessness and vilified the clear name of their young master Li Tianyao;

Fengli Sect naturally wanted to scold him back, and was constantly ridiculing the fact that the Young Sect Master of Tianfeng Sect had been sneaking around in his own Fengge Pavilion like this.

In another two days, two small groups of monks from Tianfengmen and Fenglimen met outside Fengmo. There was a female monk from Fenglimen who was not forgiving and provoked:

"If the young master of Tianfengmen is really itching and wants to go to Laifengge for a private meeting, we can also open one eye and close the other, just as if we didn't see him."

On that day, the real fairy of the throttle team suddenly became angry, and the two sides immediately fought.

This battle broke out.

The two sides kept shouting for reinforcements, and the battle against the fairy soldiers quickly suffered casualties; when the people in charge of both sides reacted, it had become a chaotic battle of hundreds of people.

And when the flames of war began to spread wildly across the ten three-star stars, whether the jade card that triggered all the rumors was left by the young master of Tianfeng is no longer important...

Seeing the excitement of their fights, Wang Daochang calmly began to retreat.

He planned to wait for Feng Mo Xing's battle to stop, then go to buy a small courtyard for himself, settle down in the city, and wait for his sword spirit to send back the letter;

By the way, take this Fengmo star as the first stop to come out of the earth repair world.

Wang Sheng also began to think about another major event whether to establish a force in advance as a response.

After thinking about it, Wang Sheng felt that before he became a true immortal, he shouldn't take many actions. When he stepped into the real fairyland and gained a foothold, he began to think about an intelligence organization.

This time the calculation of "Laifengge Staying Jade Medal" is also a small test.

The monks focus on their own practice, and there are many advantages in the earth practice world that can be tapped, such as the use of the concept of ‘information’.

Before retreating and enlightening the realm of the immortal realm, Wang Sheng found pen, ink, paper and inkstone and wrote a few large characters on a piece of paper:

"Hearing the wind and catching the shadow"

He knew exactly what it meant.

...

‘The sixth year that the younger brother left, November in winter.

Looking at the galaxy in the distance. ’

With a light sigh, Mu Wanxuan put down the brush in her hand, and was slightly surprised at the scenery in Xiaoxianjie.

She was living at the edge of the crown of the laurel tree, closest to the Tianmen. If the news from the younger brother came again, she would be the first to know.

Blood Mine, Sky Wind Gate, Bone Demon, Unknown Sword Fairy...

When Mu Wanxuan thought of the chaotic news from them, she couldn't help but want to fly to her junior brother to see what hardships he has gone through over the years.

When I was on the earth before ~www.readwn.com~ the younger brothers were all well protected by themselves, and said that they didn't suffer at all...

Well, that's probably the case.

With a sigh, the senior sister left the window and walked to the square jade couch. She must continue to comprehend the avenue of yin and yang; she just took a step, suddenly heard a roar, as if something had hit the shell of the moon palace with great force. .

Mu Wanxuan blinked, and immediately a little doubt arose in her heart. Before she could fly out of this fairy palace, there was a sudden wave of vitality at the entrance of Xiaoxianjie, and the entrance of Xiaoxianjie was opened.

"Junior Brother!"

She was immediately full of joy, and she rushed out of the fairy hall barefoot, dragging the three thousand green silks that were scattered randomly, and headed toward the fairy gate.

But her surprise quickly turned into astonishment. The gate of the fairy world was closed, and there was no figure of junior apprentice. Instead, the familiar fairy sword came through the air...

Sword Return...

Why don't people come?